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Busta

Attention please, please
Can I have everybody's please
So humorous, we laugh at all
The has now been officially formed
Ruff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now official
It's another

Beats:

Swizz Beats, who hits on your streets every six
I be on the MP so much that my wrist's
Ain't shit sweet, pile 'em in
All my thugs in the clubs wildin' in here
Now put your bottles in the air, then your dutches
Me and Busta keep it like liposucion
Niggas that don't like me get the knife for
Cause one night in the gets your life on crutches
You got that whodie, I'll cock that
Flyin' in the 5 the top back on it
Stop that shorty, I know you me
Probably sample one of my beats owe me money
Plus you don't me money, so stop the rumors
Before you need the to come mop the room up
Ryde or Die Volume two, smash the
Now put hands in the air for the black Mozart, OH!

Busta Rhymes

(Ohhhh), Now on
(Screeeam), baby come on
Get hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it
Get your up, (What!)
Now let me you through it
(Ohhhh), Now on
(Screeeam), baby come on
Get hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it
Get your up, (What!)
Now let me walk you it

Busta

Y'all niggas try to front, I'll my crew on a hunt
Bunch of scheming ass smoking gats and blunts
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode
For the Ruff Ryder, and my Swizz
And we gonna be here to
Y'all niggas some other shit to bang in the street
And block the fuck out, bang the floor with your feet
Before we bang y'all niggas all with the
Feed y'all more gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat
And you bounce how poncho will play the congo
And bang on the bongo, free to on the bongo
From New York to Colorado, so just
I'm living for today and livin'
up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to swallow
Blow you through the chest a hollow
Like the foul shit you waste and transpired right infront the
Yo, the general Busta Busta and memorable
You know we precious like minerals, and like burials

Swizz

Listen, Flipmode and Ruff Ryders out hits
S-W-I two Z's out clips
Bang out chicks, for fun we out whips
Y'all go to war with revolvers that bang out
Now find me on two-fifth in the summer it starts
And iced up, nice cut, new pair of
of extortin, nigga your life ain't important
Your camp hotter than ours?, the fuck snortin'
My thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, dem grams
Hash smokers, more and out of soda cans
(Yo Swizz, I you stole), Whoa! listen man
Mindin' my business will make you a man
See the and hand?, got plaques on the wall
And a fifth in hand, I'll put your back on the
Nigga don't ask me no more nuttin' you hear
scream and shout and just wild in here

3x

New York, they ain't for it
A-T-L, ain't ready for it
Oh, Oh, Oh, they ready for it
Whoa, Oh, Oh, they ready for it
My

Guns plenty of them, y'all hear that